The joy that isn’t shared dies young.

Anne Sexton

Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.

John Gillespie MaGee, Jr.

I saw it from that hidden, silent place
Where the old wood half shuts the meadow in.
It shone through all the sunset’s glories – thin
At first, but with a slowly brightening face.
Night came, and that lone beacon, amber-hued,
Beat on my sight as never it did of old;
The evening star – but grown a thousandfold
More haunting in this hush and solitude.

It traced strange pictures on the quivering air –
Half-memories that had always filled my eyes –
Vast towers and gardens; curious seas and skies
Of some dim life – I never could tell where.
But I knew that through the cosmic dome
Those rays were calling from my far, lost home.

H.P. Lovecraft